Lake Rodney and not a drop to drink

Heloise would think quietly as the man listed one of the packs in the area. her eyes followed his nose as he nodded toward the mountains. hm, so Moonspear was it? perhaps she would visit one day. "I am, yes" she would respond to the other, a small smile placed upon her lips "I have visited two packs thus far. they do not seem fit for me." she had her own ideas on how things could be done. sometimes they were not ideal for everyone. 

Stormrift put stock in skills and self-improvement; which was fine yet she felt their leader was difficult to approach. Diaspora was a nomad pack, also fine, yet the presence at their border had nerved her. the woman chuckled lightly. "sometimes I think it would be best to make my own" she would confess to the stranger. a place of refuge, where people could work on their skills for something in return. many packs around here required aid; one could make a profit off of it. build a camp out of the alliances they gave. a guild. oneness.

"and do you have a home?" Heloise asked softly.